Heartless (Chestnut Springs, #2)

by Elsie Silver

“What are you doing?” I grumble as I wipe at my watery eyes, no doubt smudged with mascara. “Taking care of you,” he replies without even looking my way. His tone says that I just asked him a stupid question. “That’s fine. I can take care of myself.” “I know you can, but you don’t have to because I’m here to help.” He says it so matter-of-factly. Like doing this for someone is the most obvious thing in the world. And I wonder if, for him, maybe it is.

Cade🥹🩷

I peer down into the black hole, feeling kindred with it somehow. Empty. Echoey.

the edgiest thing this man has ever thought

My boys.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🩷

“Y’all are fuckin’ weird,”

HA LOVE